So, let me begin by telling y’all I’ve just discovered I’m an etiquette-less bitch. Fortunately there are far worse people in the world, which I’ll get to later.
Yesterday I signed up for a writer’s forum. I’ll admit, upon signing up for almost anything, I rarely read the introduction/’you agree to’ blah, blah page. I know I should, but whatever. Anyway, I happened to read the forum introduction this time around, and lo and behold, halfway down the list was something about never writing in all caps. Now, somewhere far, far in the recesses of my mind, I do have this piece of information stored. At some point along the line I read this little piece of internet manners, and promptly forgot about it. That makes me an internet bitch, I guess, because I use caps all the time, interchangeably with italics. I’m not yelling, I’m emphasizing. I do it in my posts and when leaving comments on other people’s blogs. So, sorry to anyone who thinks I’m rude and yell a lot. From now on I will make it a point to not use capital letters.
Except for what I’m about to tell you, because I need to VENT!
For two and a half blessed years we lived above an elderly woman. Sure, her television was always turned up too loud, but other than that we had zero problems. Several months back she passed away. She lived in the building for 20 years, so the remodel of her place took forever. During this time I became nervous and fretted to my husband. What kind of people will move in? What if they have five screaming children? What if they’re in a rock band and party all night long? What if they have a teenager that practices the tuba two hours a day?
Finally, the apartment was finished and our new neighbors moved in. I won’t bore you with too many details. It’s two couples living together in a two bedroom apartment. They are kind of loud, and I am VERY tired of boyfriend #1’s incredibly loud voice, which he uses, loudly, to talk, incessantly, about nothing. There is a lot of ‘DUUUUUUDE!’ and BRAAAAAH!” when he speaks to boyfriend #2.
But I can live with this. When I’m ready to go to bed I turn on a fan and it drowns them out, at least enough for me to sleep. What I cannot deal with, ladies and gentlemen, is the LAZINESS. What am I talking about? Let me tell you. One of the girls has a small dog. Great, I have two and understand small dogs bark, so I’m not annoyed by their little guy. What I DON’T understand is their inability to walk the 30 feet to the dumpster to throw away the bag of dog mess after they take it for a walk. Instead, they leave it outside their front door. Have I mentioned my incredible sense of smell?
Right, so you can imagine how disgusting it is to me when I walk out the door and the smell of dog feces has wafted up – because they are not only too lazy to walk to the dumpster to deposit the mess, they don’t even tie the bag shut!!! Sometimes the poop bags sit outside all night and half the next day. And what pisses me off even more is that they will come and go, but not bend down to pick up the bag and take it with them. One of them PARKS RIGHT NEXT TO THE FREAKING DUMPSTER!!!! How are you gonna walk right by it and not throw in the poop bag??
Whew. I thought this would make me feel better, but I may type in caps for the rest of the day. GRRRRR!